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Erestor*
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 Erestor Ciryatan Name: Erestor Ciryatan
Age: 137
Gender: Male
Skills: Fire magic, scrying; Spears and swords, bow and arrow
Race: Elf
Hair: Wavy black, shoulder-length
Eyes: Brown
Home Village: Doesn't know
Parents: Deceased
Siblings: None
Character Personality: Erestor is calm and collected; it takes a lot to get him angry. But when he gets angry, watch out. He has become an expert at channeling his anger into strength over the years. His affinity for fire magic may have some basis in his underlying carefully controlled anger. He doesn't talk much, prefering to form his opinions in the confines of his own mind. What he does say is ofter carefully thought out, except to those he considers close friends. They get to see his rare side as a jokester. That being said, those instances are rare. He is generally a very serious individual, never taking anything too lightly. He treats his enemies with utmost respect and prefers to fight them on level footing, even putting himself at a disadvantage in order to achieve this. He also advocates justice, willing to stop what he is doing to right a wrong. In fact, many of his actions seem to be an attept to atone himself for some sort of wrong...
Character History: Erestor never knew a stable home. His parents were both members of the Varden before his birth, and as a result, they were shuffled around a lot, taking their young son with them. As a result, Erestor never had any real friends, preferring to keep to himself and train. Eventually, he was revealed to be a child prodigy at both weapons and magic, spears and fire, respectively, and earned the nickname "The Spear of Fire" later in life.
Eventually, at the age of twenty-seven, he grew resentful of his parents' life on the move and ran away. Nearing collapse somewhere in the Hadarac Desert, he was found by a bandit party. He managed to hold them off with relative ease, even though it was obvious that he was in a very weakened state. The bandits were so immpressed with him that they asked him to join their group. Left with nothing else, he accepted. He lived with them for fifty years, stealing what he could and every now and then, raiding entire villages with his crew. Guided by fate, it seems, Erestor's parents were staying in one such village when his group began a raid on it. They didn't stand a chance. Discovering their dead bodies in amidst the rubble after the raid drove Erestor to such an state of madness and anger that he slaughtered the entire bandit party he had known as friends in cold blood.
Grieved by the loss of his parents and shocked at his murderous rage, he began wandering the land, willing to allow himself to die. But fate had other plans. He collapsed once again and was found by a kindly old woman. Aside from caring for him, she dispensed her wisdom and eventually gave him new resolve. After staying with her until her death seventeen years later, he gave her a reverent funeral, then began training in earnest, testing his limits physically and mentally, a much different task from his mindless training as a child. Eventually, he resolved to help the Varden in any way possible. So he took his spear in hand and has been wandering the land ever since, searching for the Varden's headquarters.
Weapons: Spear, Two-handed sword, bow and arrow
Likes: Justice, true friends, the thrill of combat
Dislikes: Injustice, boredom
Animal Companions: Stormcloud, his horse
Character's Physical Description: Rather tall, most of his weight comes from muscle mass, but not so much so that it slows him down, just enough that he is stronger than average. He usually wears some kind of cloak. To disguise himself from others, he cut the tips of his ears off, hiding their elvish points. Granted, he couldn't get rid of his natural grace that comes with being an elf, but a normal human wouldn't be able to tell the difference anyway.
Dreams for the Future: To help the Varden in their goal of overthrowing Galbatorix.
Reason for Dreams: To keep others from having the tragedy he had to endure.
Alignment/side: Varden
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